The Bodyguard (A Monsta X Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty Six: Walk of Shame

I laid on the floor of the warehouse for what felt like forever, still in shock about what had happened.

I felt defeated and dejected.

I couldn't believe it was real. I couldn't believe that idols turned out to be so evil. So vindictive. So violent.

'I can't believe people worship them.'

I'm sure all their fans thought they were angels. They were dead wrong.

I pushed myself up to a seated position, staring down at my legs. I was covered in a thick, drying layer of egg and flour.

'Disgusting.'

I tried to rub some of it off, all in vein, until giving up.

'Why bother.'

I felt ugly either way, with or without the wasted food all over me. My body ached all over, from the pelting of eggs and punching and kicking that I endured.

'I have to go home.'

I got shakily to my feet, stumbling a bit. Slowly I walked out of the warehouse, the memory of what I had just endured replaying through my mind with every step I took. But I didn't want it to weigh me down, so I kept walking until I stood at the entrance of the warehouse. My eyes widened once I looked outside, seeing that it was already dark out.

'How long did I lay there?'

How much time did I waste wallowing?

Clearly a lot.

I exhaled a deep sigh, starting the walk of shame home. There was no way I could hail a taxi in this state. So, with each embarrassing step, I walked to the dorm. My head was hung low and I kept to myself.

Those that passed turned to stare at me. Because after all, I was quite the sight to see.

 I was a girl who looked like she was ready to be fried like chicken.

They probably thought I was insane.

I felt insane.

"Look at her." I heard a woman whisper to her friend as they avoided me on the street.

"Disgusting."

I was going to turn and say something, but I just couldn't find the energy to bite back.

The downside about South Korea was that, because of the high population density, there really were no "back streets" and private alleys I could take for a more discreet getaway. Every street was usually busy, especially at night, so I had to walk home and be embarrassed for the second time today.

The third would be having to explain this to the guys later.

'I just shouldn't go home.' I considered going to my mom's house instead.

But I would have to explain the situation to her too.

Absentmindedly, I trudged through the streets. And before I knew it, I was standing outside of the dorm.

I stared up at the tall building, debating whether or not to go in. My throat was tight and I held back tears as I looked up at the apartment.

I didn't want them to see me like this. But still, I had to go home. I needed to shower.

The ride up the elevator was stifling. I knew that the idols who had bullied me were now long gone, but the effects of their attack still lingered. I knew that they were probably at home, replaying the video they took over and over again for laughs.